This is no Poeta-Sanctum milk run, Daeva. I'm going to sling you all the way around or into Atreia.

I hope you checked your inventory for everything you need because it would sure be a pain to come back.

Light go with you. When you're ready, that is.

Something has gone wrong--very wrong. I can't do my job! Blast! Shards! Fie!

Please enter /petition in your Chat window and inform a GM.

I'm counting on you, Daeva, to help me.

Whew, a human? Now this is a sight to see! Diamen! Get a load of the human!

Sorry human. If I sent you through this thing, it'd rip you to shreds faster than you can say, "I should have been a Daeva..."